作词 : Bagshaw/Walmsley

作曲 : James Bagshaw

I was looking at the stars

Not the ones you've seen

Silently opaque through the silver limousine

Floating in the air

Powdering to preen

Chandeliers will crack

Crumble reconveen

Is there a pride before we fall?

Born of the night time

Wait in desire for something more

Bored of the night time

I don't know what to take now

I will wait for the upward feeling

Meant to be any day now

Will I ever be something more than

Strange, strange or be forgotten

Abstain from the passing fashion

If fame is really an illusion then

Be strange, strange or be forgotten

I am living in the past

Future came to me

Caught up in the tide of a distant memory

Coming to the fore

Waiting to reveal

Caught up in the time of a different century

Myriad eyes

You were alive for the first time

Elegant smile

You were revived for the last time

I don't know what to take now

I will wait for the upward feeling

Meant to be any day now

Will I ever be something more than

Strange, strange or be forgotten

Abstain from the passing fashion

If fame is really an illusion then

Be strange, strange or be forg